i spark on you effortless, end ya' poluting/ u spit cartoon references but then u shooting/ c'mon dog, who u fooling, we know u aint hard/ u tha' same cat who'd bluff in jail, but aint on the yard/ i'm behind bars, a steady 16 for previews/ i got dudes in baltimore ready to come see u/ u sound foolish, even when ya' crew hype u up/ drop fluid on ya' dry lryics, then i light u up/ i come to yo' hood - yeah where u settle at/ and be tha' best thang in Maryland since 'Melo left/ a buck eighty, but heavy, u barely feather-weight/ "skills to pay the bills?", sound like somen' from '88/ in case u aint know, u need to update ya' flow/ thow' a blanket on ya' sound check and suffocate ya' show/ Lif' handcuff ya' rhyme, gotta cut down on crime/ to "spit on yo level", i jump down about 9/
"...and a fool's voice is know by a multitude of words" - Ecclesiastes 5:3